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... ng that hit me wasn’t the sight of the city, nor the oppressive gravity that tugged at my internal organs.
It was the smell.
It was a thick, pungent cocktail of sulfur, burning coal, molten slag, and the distinct, savory aroma of roasting meat. It was the scent of industry, of a civilization that didn’t coexist with nature but hammered it into submission.
I stepped off the metal stairs of the Iron-Horse and onto the platform of the Grand Central Station of Ironhold. Th ...
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